"Is there any discomfort in your body, don't you rest for a while?"

Facing this question, Maou was eerily silent for a moment. She is in surprisingly good condition now, perhaps because of the ninja's strong physique and strong resilience, or perhaps because the person cleaned up for herself after the cessation last night, you can guess from the vanishing water basin and towel.

In any case, she only feels refreshed now, and she can't say anything against her conscience, such as being unwell.

"It's okay, I'll just go back to my room and take a break."

"Okay." There was still a hint of disappointment in Madara's tone, but the strength in his hand was obviously loosened.

Zhen Yang calmly pulled back his hand and took the opportunity to break free, casually folded the collar that was spread out and slowly stood up. She moved her hands and feet first to make sure there was nothing serious before walking slowly towards the door.

But the eyes behind her were too eager, she took a few steps and turned back helplessly to look at him.

"what you do."

"Look at you."

"Look what I do."

"You look good."

Maou: "..."

I'm sorry she couldn't take that.

Zhen Yang took a deep breath and turned his eyes away from him. He opened the door and was about to go out. He happened to bump into a clansman who was passing by and came to make breakfast.

The clan who came to help saw her come out of the patriarch's room with a blank expression for three seconds, then lowered his head and hurriedly left.

Zhenyang sighed heavily while holding his forehead, thinking that it was over.

As she expected, good things don't go out, and bad things travel thousands of miles.

They didn't mean to hide it deliberately, and the rumors flew all over the Uchiha clan like wings, and even spread to outside the clan, and some people in Konoha heard about it.

The least surprising is Uzumaki Mito. With a woman's intuition, she had long expected that her friend's move out would be very likely to be yellow. It's a problem if the man with the heart of Uchiha Madara knows about it and doesn't take action. !

Sure enough, the husband just took someone to drink yesterday, and today there was news that the two were in the same room. She would not believe it if there was no push from Qianshou Hasuma.

Mito tutted repeatedly, reached out and touched his son's hairy head, and walked towards the house with him.

Forget it, at best, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. It is better not to be too involved in their internal emotional entanglement in Uchiha.

The next day, Shino went to the newly built Hokage office to send information. Uchiha is now affiliated with Konoha, the country of fire, and some situations within the clan need to be sorted out and handed over to the village.

She thought she could see the devastated Senju Hasuma being pressed by her younger brother to correct the document, but when she opened the door, what she saw was Senju Tobirama, who was sitting in the position of Hokage and looking through the hills of official business, looking extremely ugly. .

Alright, it looks like Senju Hakuma skipped work again to gamble.

Thinking like this, Zhen Yang went to the desk and placed the scroll on the table, and asked casually, "Why is it you, Senju Hakuma?"

Hearing the sound, Tobirama rarely lifted his head from the pile of documents, facing the mottled marks in the standing collar of the person who came up.

Thinking of the rumors that have been talked about in the clan in the past two days, he paused and said calmly: "Big brother, he is not here, just tell me anything, and I will pass it on to him."

"Is that so... there's nothing wrong, I just asked casually. Madara asked me to send the clan information, can I put it here?"

"...Okay, leave it here."

Zhen Yang was planning to dodge and leave, but out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of his hesitant expression, and asked suspiciously, "Is there anything else?"

After thinking for a moment, Toriyama frowned slightly, but his expression still showed no joy or anger.

"If you want to find a husband-in-law, Madara Uchiha is not a good choice." After he finished speaking, he added, "Of course, I'm just a suggestion, it's up to you."

Uchiha's character is inherently fickle, especially Uchiha Madara. Love wants to live and evil wants to die, which he expresses most vividly.

Such a person with a strong desire to control is not a good thing for Uchiha Maou.

Unexpectedly, the person on the other side was stunned when he heard the words, and then burst out laughing.

"Why, if you don't choose who to choose, can you still let me choose you? Even if I want to, would you dare to accept it?"

"...What nonsense are you talking about, it's just the idiot of the elder brother at that time."

Seeing the other party's vague embarrassment and impatience, Zhen Yang glanced at him with a deep meaning, and suddenly chuckled: "I don't think it's nonsense, maybe Qianshou Hashirama really has this plan, and it's not the first time you've seen it. To his brain circuit, otherwise this village would not have appeared."

Her fingertips slowly slid across the wooden tabletop, her eyes drooping slightly, and she could see all her thoughts. Tobirama couldn't see it clearly, but felt that the person in front of him was full of indescribable aura, the kind of tenderness and nostalgia that could not be described.

He was silent, and couldn't help but ask again: "Do you really want to be with Madara Uchiha?"

"Ah... Probably, I didn't really think about it."

"Why, you're almost thirty this year." Tobirama glanced at her, picked up the clan information he sent, and began to read it carefully. Although he couldn't stand Uchiha Madara, he had to admit that the man There is indeed a capital that is comparable to that of his eldest brother, at least the fact that the information is organized in an orderly manner is better than that of his eldest brother.

Zhen Yang snorted: "...This question is a bit difficult to answer. I feel that I will leave here someday in the near future."

He couldn't help clenching the hand holding the scroll, and his voice seemed a little dry.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know, maybe it's dead."

The woman wrapped her fingers around her hair, and her tone was light, as if she didn't care how big a thunder she had unleashed, and immediately shocked the people next to her.

Tobirama didn't react for a while, and the already frowning brows furrowed even tighter.